Friday, June 29, 2007
I found a couple of my bosses on Facebook today and nearly added them. What the heck was I thinking? Even though I try to be careful what I put up and who can get to different parts of it, I don't really want to facilitate their combing through my profile because I never know what is going to be interpreted as an NCAA violation.
I also get the sense that's exactly why the bosses are on there.
Ummmmmmmmm...yeeeeeeah...I'm going to have to decline that friend request....
Little Man's all the friend I need!
Plus, he misspelled his eldest daughter's name.
I think I might be in rehab too between the "best friend" mom Dina and this guy.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Fiance is coming to town this weekend, and I need a new recipe to try out on him. Any suggestions?
Here's my offering in return: Ursa and I made Rice Krispies treats tonight with a handful of butterscotch morsels added in for good measure.
Serve with good, thick chocolate milk and enjoy the heavenly bliss.
*I realize this does not qualify as a recipe, but that doesn't mean it's not one heck of a good idea.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
1 pound whole-wheat linguine
1/2 cup part-skim ricotta
3 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 pound French green beans, trimmed and halved lengthwise
1 clove garlic, chopped
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 cup halved cherry tomatoes
1 lemon, zested
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil over high heat. Add the pasta and cook until tender but still firm to the bite, stirring occasionally, about 8 to 10 minutes. Drain pasta reserving 1 cup of the cooking water. Transfer the hot pasta to a large bowl and add the ricotta cheese. Toss to combine.
Meanwhile, in a large, heavy skillet, warm the olive oil over medium-high heat. Add the green beans, garlic, salt, and pepper and saute for 4 minutes. Add 1 cup of the pasta cooking liquid and continue cooking until tender, about 4 more minutes. Add the pasta with ricotta to the pan with the green beans and toss to combine. Add the tomatoes and gently toss. Transfer to a serving plate and top with lemon zest. Serve.
Click here to find the recipe in its original context.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Light some candles, don my favorite pair of jammies (I have several, but my very favorite are flannel), pour a generous glass of wine in one of my good glasses, and listen to Phantom of the Opera (the original cast CD) from start to finish. Then, I collect the cat and hie myself off to bed.
All in all, not a shabby evening.
A lot of people have been asking whether firing Isaiah Washington from Grey's Anatomy went too far. I think that the simplest answer, for me, lies in those speeches they give you when you start a new job about how you represent the company when you go about your day-to-day life. The point being that if you embarrass them out in your private life they may fire you for adversely affecting their image. It's a simple concept to understand, and I think it's probably a good one for Hollywood employers to remind their employees of every once in a while. I imagine that maintaining something resembling a reasonable work environment can be somewhat difficult at times.
On a more personal note, I think that the little trend of going to rehab for saying offensive/intolerant/stupid/generally unacceptable things is just as distasteful as saying those things. Washington said something homophobic, insensitive, and uncharitable. Unless he was drunk or high at work when he said it, there isn't really a call to blame that choice to speak on an addiction. That was the basis on which Mel Gibson tried to smooth over his asinine behavior with rehab: he was driving under the influence while it happened. That doesn't make what he said blamable on alcohol, it just means that his inhibitions were low enough to say that terrible thing he thought. Washington's focus in trying to win back public favor should have been to make some overtures to those he offended, admit abject jackass behavior, and maybe go do something positive in the homosexual community. Even being honest enough to just admit negative feelings about homosexuality would have been braver and, perhaps on some level, better received that retreating to rehab. Better no apology than a terrible one.
I'm not sure that rehab would have been good enough for Washington if a white actor had called him the N-word.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I'm the kind of messy that turns up in those shows where an intervention over the person's entire life is pitched. The room pictured above is not mine, but instead looks neat by comparison. That's how bad.
Anyway, Fiance came to visit last weekend, my father's going to be in town just for the day tomorrow, Ursa will be staying with me Monday, and Fiance will be back in town a week from Friday. The end result is that I have been waging war on my entire apartment with a bottle of bleach in one hand and a bottle of Febreeze in the other (and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser handily in my back pocket).
About eleven loads later, I still can't really see much difference, and I think that to even see as much as I do one would have to have been on very familiar terms with the original mess.
Anyway, things are slowly progressing to the point that I may return to blogging. As my friend, Allegria, put it, "Wow. You have a floor." Although she did say it in a rather tentative sort of way....